poem

There is no story to tell as yet. I live it up as I go along. Lost in another scented season. I am a singer without a song. But that is the fate of those like me. Or at least what we improvise. There is no story to tell as yet. But there are a thousand lies. And my favorite of them all, the one that I love most. Is the one I tell everyone of how you made me feel like a ghost. There is no story to tell as yet, no matter what you’ve heard. You mistook me for someone else. Someone who has a way with words.

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Copywriter (I have written ad copy for shows like Top Chef, Inside the Actors Studio, and Watch What Happens Live, among other things), music collector, movie enthusiast, amateur cook, dabbler in poetry, impossibly introverted, highly sarcastic, and tolerated by cats.